Glitter: Yes, that’s my real name. Born stripper name, I know. I’ve been on my own since I was 14. When I tried to get a job with Salvations Bane MC at their strip club, Salvation’s Angels, their security saw right through my fake ID. Lucky for me, the club sent me to Beach Fit, their fitness club, until I turned 18. Now I work at Angels, and the crowd here loves me. Stryker’s still looking out for me. For some reason he thinks I’m a magnet for trouble. Now that I’ve got his full attention, I know what I want, and I’m going to prove him right.
Stryker: We try our best to keep things at the club legit. Last thing we need is an underage dancer attracting too much attention. OK, so she’s legal now, has been for nearly two years, but that girl’s everything this old man doesn’t need — and can’t afford. But there’s another club encroaching on our territory, setting up a BDSM club on the other side of town, as a front to run drugs. Now I’ve got word there’s even more going on at The Dark than drugs. I was right. And who do I find right in the middle of it but Glitter. Only, she’s not involved with the thugs at The Dark. She’s their prisoner — a sub who has no idea what it means to be a sub, but she thinks she wants to learn.
Challenge issued? Challenge ’effin accepted.
WARNING: This book contains scenes of an intense physical relationship between an older man and a younger woman, as well as extreme, graphic violence. These men aren’t angels and neither are the women. They love as hard as they fight. As always, you can expect a HEA with No Cheating.
Stryker maneuvered her so he lay between her legs, pressing his cock against her sex. He was still fully clothed, and she was naked as the day she was born. His hands slid around her back and he rolled over slowly, bringing her with him. His slid his hands up to grip her ass possessively. Glitter couldn’t help her moan, especially when he squeezed both cheeks, kneading gently.
“Yes,” she gasped when he slid his lips across her cheek and to her neck. “Oh, God!”
“Ain’t no saint, Glitter. And the things I’m gettin’ ready to do to you are beyond wicked. You ready?”
“So ready. So fucking ready.”
Stryker sat up, his arms once again wrapping around her tightly. She let her head fall back, giving him access to her breasts. Greedily, he pulled one tip into his mouth, sucking strongly before moving to the other. He growled around the nipple and slid his hands back to her ass, continuing to knead her tender flesh.
Glitter was desperate to get him naked. She needed this more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. Clawing at his shirt, she pulled it over his head as he chuckled at her impatience.
“Greedy little girl. Do you want me naked?”
“I do! Need you inside me, Stryker.”
Once his shirt was off, Glitter rubbed herself shamelessly over his naked skin. She released a long moan at the pleasure just pressing herself against his warm body caused. God, she loved this man! He shuddered beneath her touch as much as she did with his. His cock pressed against her naked cunt through his jeans, making him groan when it throbbed.
“Gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“Me? What about you? You still have too many clothes on!” He chuckled and laid her down on the bed before standing. She raised herself up on her elbows to watch as he shed his jeans and underwear. His cock sprang free, bobbing proudly in front of her. He grabbed it and pumped it lazily, never taking his eyes off her.
Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.
Jeremy Lewis has just returned from a year in Europe, ready to start college in Alabama and pursue his dream career in the National Hockey League. Other than boring school work, he’s eager to play hockey, hang out with his new teammates and maybe even rekindle an old flame when Chelsea Davis unexpectedly reappears in his life.
Life is looking pretty darn peachy.
But when his world is turned upside down by a tragic loss, merely surviving each day feels like an achievement. How can he get through college and keep his budding career on track when all he wants to do is drink and squander his parent’s fortune? Can he convince Chelsea he’s a changed man when he seems so intent on his own destruction?
Lasairiona McMaster writes sassy, classy and badassy women and strong, yet vulnerable men. She challenges reader’s expectations by openly dealing with mental health issues, often exploring tough-to-handle topics and ‘taboos’ and books with a whole lotta heart.
She can either be found enjoying a gin and lemonade by the Irish sea, or baking sweet treats in her kitchen while singing at the top of her lungs. When she’s ‘home’ in Texas, and isn’t eating fresh-popped popcorn while buying things she has absolutely no need for in Target, she can be found at Chuys eating her body weight in chips and queso and washing it down with a margarita swirl. She loves to make friends out of strangers.
Out on the ice, the season’s going great, but in the locker room the pranks are getting out of hand. It was time for me to remind everyone not to mess with me— so I came up with a prank the team, and my best friend, would never forget. Renee Weber is my best friend’s sister. And like me, she’s also ready to teach her brother a lesson. Together, we work out the ultimate April Fool’s prank— telling everyone that Renee is having my baby. Our plan works perfectly, except for the part where I fall for Little Weber. What’s the worst that could happen? Either lose my best friend or Renee. Quite frankly, I don’t know which one is worse. It’s not in my DNA to lose so I’ll have to come up with something big. I’ll pull out a win one way or another.
Hockey Hunk is your best friend’s sister romance filled with sexy hockey players where a fake pregnancy prank goes horribly awry— or did it go perfectly? Grab the fourth novella in the Loving the Puckers series for hockey-filled dreams tonight.
I was lounging on my sofa and reading a book when I heard my phone go off. It was weird to see Matt Shoresy’s name pop up on my phone. He was my brother’s best friend. We’d chatted a few times since my last trip to visit Colton. Anytime he called, I would think the worst, like my brother was at the hospital, even though most of the time he was just checking in with me.
My interest piqued when he asked for a favor. “What’s the favor?”
“So, your brother and Lager have been relentless with the pranks lately and I want payback.”
I laughed. Colton had always been a bit of a prankster in the locker room at school. Since Lager joined the team, Colton had increased his pranks because he had a partner in crime. “How big are you talking about?”
“Fake pregnancy big.”
I was so glad that I wasn’t drinking anything at that moment, although I still choked on my saliva. Once I could form a cohesive thought, I asked, “Seriously? A fake pregnancy?”
“Yup.” He was so calm about the idea. This was going to have consequences. They were best friends, and there was no way Colton would be cool with the idea of me sleeping with Shoresy. If he hadn’t been my brother’s friend, I might have tried to make a move on him since he was totally my type.
“Okay, what’s the plan? Besides, why do you want to do something this big? What has Colton done to deserve this?” I was all questions at this point, but I had to stop asking them so he could answer.
“Mainly things are adding up. He and Lager thought it was hysterical to hide my pants and nail my favorite sneakers to my stall earlier today. So, I want to make sure those two won’t ever mess with me again, and this was my first idea. Please tell me you’ll do it.”
I could see that adding up after a while. The idea was huge, but what did he want from me? “It’s not exactly easy to fake a pregnancy.”
“Sure it is. We all got super drunk when you came over for All-Star break. Webs passed out before we did. Easy to claim we did something after we put him to bed. All I need you to do is come into town proclaiming that you’re pregnant. Then we play it from there.”
